The Righteous

My safety is secure with Him,
Holiness flanked by cherubim,
His power guides the hands of time,
And when they stop, all will rewind.

My refuge is the coming Lord,
The Just, with eyes of flaming swords,
His eyes will pierce the souls of men,
And test their worthiness of Him.

My hope is in His sacrifice,
His resurrection, and His life,
He pleads for me upon His throne,
And bids me to come as His own.

My joy is sealed with Promises,
He hides me in His Righteousness,
And on the dreaded Judgment Day,
I will behold His lovely face.

Behind the lines

In the LORD I take refuge; how can you say to my soul, “Flee like a bird to your mountain, for behold, the wicked bend the bow; they have fitted their arrow to the string to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart; if the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

The LORD is in his holy temple; the LORD’s throne is in heaven; his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man.

The LORD tests the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence. Let him rain coals on the wicked; fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

For the LORD is righteous; he loves righteous deeds; the upright shall behold his face. (Psalm 11 ESV)

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